Now it gets time to gather around the figurative campfire for old Mondo’s tales of social woe. 

Woe unto those who lose themselves in the dream of romantic love.  Most of us reading this will know that-even those who think they’ve transcended to the realm of real and practical love. 

Shite Papa! Do you mean it’s still all about desire?  Yes.  And tada! Desire causes suffering.  And I love those who love pain.  I love to give them the pain that releases.  This remains the pain that gives freedom.   Such freedom that when she spindles herself down on this old bespeckled joint and cranks it to slick sweetness and cries out one of my many names, she silently begs for me to hand spank her ass red.  She loves it when I choke fuck her in her dreams.  She is dreaming about me now choking and fucking and choking and fucking her to lover’s oblivion.  Ohhh the tension that rises when she enters my space and looks into my eyes!! She will be fucking me for years and years and it will always greatly excite her.  She has dreamt of serving me perfectly and the power it gives her to let me please myselves with her.  Yes, she doesn’t yet realize their full multiplicities.  She wants me to run the blade across her.  The razor sharpness that cuts and bleeds her as she comes under me and on top of me…she dreams of me-that old working serpent, lying as always in wait.

And the whole of it has not come upon her yet. And yet…

She cried her life away until I whipped her and fucked her,

She never understood why she loved giving me all the power,

She surrendered it to me and I loved her as Master,

She gave and gave and cried out in pain and ecstasy, her blood mixed with my come,

She must mix, she must serve, she must crumple underneath my hard thrusting while my cock slices her like a fat razor on her skin,

In her pained hole, in her wailing mouth, whimpering tears of joy.